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After more than a decade patrolling the less salubrious back streets of some of Tertium's seediest districts, Breen thought she'd seen everything. She was wrong. Surely any sane citizen would not ever have been able to imagine the atrocities these heretics have wrought on her beloved hive? She happened to be close to Enclavum Baross when the first tox-train hit. Only the rebreather seals on her helmet kept her upright. At night, on the rare occasions she gets any sleep, she still sees the things those people became.